Supreme Degenerate Lust System-Chapter 18: Tying Him To The Bed!

A drunk Charlotte sat on her bed, vigorously applying lipstick with all the precision of a toddler let loose on a coloring book.

It was supposed to go on her lips, but judging by the streaks now gracing her chin, nose, and possibly an eyebrow, precision was not in the cards tonight.

The fact that she'd found it just lying on her bed? Totally normal. Clearly, past Charlotte had just been too lazy to put it back in the drawer.

Still, she squinted at her reflection in the tiny hand mirror, puckered her lips, and giggled.

"He he he~ bootiful... hic ...sooo bootiful...~"

She had already changed into a silky, creamy nightie that hugged her body like a sinful second skin. It draped down to her long thighs, swishing lightly as she moved.

The V-cut wasn't too obscene—not quite slutty, but definitely suggestive.

And her perky breasts? Oh, they peeked out just enough to tease, like two shy but curious kittens testing the air.

Knock~ Knock~

Then, there it was—a knock at the door.

"Hmmm? Who could that be~?"

She slurred, twirling a stray lock of hair with drunken grace.

Before she could even wonder, her absolute favorite person's voice slipped through the door like a sweet, intoxicating whisper.

"It's Alric. Can you open the door quickly? I have a secret to tell you."

Charlotte's heart practically exploded out of her chest.

"Ngg! Alric-sama wants me hic to open the door hic guickly?! What is he planning?! hic"

Sinful, utterly depraved thoughts spiraled through her mind like a tornado of questionable decisions.

Had her prayers finally been answered?

Was he here to confess?

Had he finally realized that he couldn't resist her any longer?

Had that one time she "accidentally" fallen into his lap while completely sober finally worked its magic?!

The lipstick tumbled from her fingers, rolling onto the bed, forgotten in the wake of the moment.

Fueled by liquid courage, she staggered toward the door, each step a miracle of balance defying physics. Somehow, she made it.

Click.

The door swung open.

Charlotte's entire system damn near short-circuited. If her brain had a control panel, every single light would be flashing red while alarms screamed "WARNING: SYSTEM OVERLOAD!"

"Haaa~ Alric-sama! hic W-what are you doing here?!"

She stammered, her entire body tingling like she'd just licked an electric fence.

She could barely contain her excitement as she took in the sight of him—leaning against the doorframe like sin incarnate, smirking like a man who knew exactly how many people fantasized about him on a nightly basis.

His eyes roamed over her, slow and deliberate, tracing every curve as if he were memorizing a masterpiece.

"I have decided..."

He murmured, his voice dripping with unholy temptation.

Charlotte's breath hitched.

'Is this it? Is he finally giving in? Is my forbidden fruit ripe for the picking?!'

"D-decided what?"

She barely managed to whisper, gripping the edge of her nightie like it was the only thing keeping her soul tethered to reality.

He took a step inside, closing the door behind him with a casual click.

"I've decided to give you a chance..." he paused, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, "to show me just how much you want me."

Charlotte's legs damn near gave out.

"Y-you're lying~! hic This is a dream, right?"

"Nope."

He took another step forward, and she instinctively took two backward, her knees knocking together like a nervous schoolgirl caught passing a dirty note in class.

"Want me to prove it? You can tie me to your bed and do whatever you want to me."

Charlotte's entire existence combusted.

Her thighs clenched. Her nether regions did a whole-ass victory dance.

'D-did he just say...'

No, no, no—this couldn't be real. These were the exact words—the exact fantasy—she played in her head every time she summoned the sacred Eggplant of Alric-sama for a night of ungodly sin.

And now, standing before her, in all his oh-so-willing glory, he was actually saying it?!

'Oh. My. Gods. What has happened to this world?'

"Well, I guess you're not interested. My bad, Charlotte—I must've misread all those signals. Good night."

Alric sighed dramatically, like a tragic hero walking away from a lover in the rain, and turned toward the door.

Charlotte's body reacted before her mind did.

The second Alric turned around, she latched onto his shirt like a woman possessed, her fingers gripping the fabric as if it were the last lifeline to salvation.

"D-don't go..."

She whimpered, her voice small yet desperate.

Alric—oh sweet, sinful Alric—glanced down at her with a smirk so devilish it could've signed a contract in blood.

It was an expression eerily similar to a certain other bastard she knew but was too drunk to place right now.

"Like I said, Charlotte, you can do whatever you want to me—just like in that filthy little fantasy of yours."

Her face turned a deeper shade of red than the lipstick smeared across her fingers.

"Tie me up, rip my shirt off, kisses everywhere... Hell, you can even take that lipstick lying on your bed and write 'Charlotte was here' right across my lower stomach if you want to."

Her legs wobbled so hard she had to grab onto his chest just to stay upright.

"I-I can do hic that?"

She gasped, eyes glistening with the kind of hunger that would make a wolf feel inadequate.

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Are you—"

"WOMAN, you are testing my patience!"

Alric snapped, his voice sharper than a blade, his smoldering gaze turning into an exasperated glare.

"Either you tie me up and get freaky, or I'm walking out that door right now!"

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Alric snapped, his patience hanging by a thread.

But then—something weird happened.

The second he raised his voice, Charlotte's entire demeanor shifted. Her cheeks turned pink, her eyes flickered downward, and—was that a goddamn shy little fidget?

'What the actual fuck?!'

His brain stalled for a moment.

'Did she... just get turned on?'

A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. Oh, now this was interesting. But there was no time for games.

"Charlotte! Grab me, throw me on the bed, tie me up, and do whatever fantasy you've got cooking in that pervy little head of yours. And stop stalling, or I'm walking out."

The words barely left his mouth before she lunged like a wild cat, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him onto the bed with enough force to make the mattress groan in protest.

"Finally."

She muttered, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Within seconds, she had him tied to the bedposts with a makeshift rope of bedsheets, her movements so swift and practiced that it made him really question what she did in her free time.

She straddled him, her thighs smooth and toned, and—oh, holy fuck—those violet lace panties were a religious experience.

His dick twitched so hard it could've waved hello.

"Now," Charlotte purred, running a finger along his chest, "what should I do first?"

Alric swallowed hard.

'Oh boy, here we fucking go.'